“Open your heart to life before summer is over.”

Silent lips speak the deepest truths.

Nights were made for broken hearts.

We always live for the summer until we don’t live it at all.

I lost and found myself in all your maybe’s.

I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.

Sometimes getting lost is just the right direction.

Today, she decided to sparkle. And so she did.

I see the world in shades of you.

It takes effort to make it to forever.

There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.

It’s not songs that remind me of lost lovers. It’s poems.

With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.

Spring is poetry poured into nature.

I dreamed in skies of blue before september stole all the light.

She loves her lonely moments the silence away from the crowds, when its just her daydreaming.

Her afternoon tea is a fountain of daydreams.

Not he who scorns the Saviour’s yoke Should wear his cross upon the heart.

Follow your heart and don’t question it, no matter where it tells you to go It will open up a world of experiences you can’t even imagine.

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.

No emperor has the power to dictate to the heart.

when pain has been intertwined with love and closeness, it’s very difficult to believe that love and closeness can be experienced without pain.

Building worlds is not enough for the deeper urging mind; but a loving heart sates the striving spirit.

Cancer can take away all of my physical abilities. It cannot touch my mind, it cannot touch my heart, and it cannot touch my soul.

If you want to study yourself, look into the hearts of other people. If you want to study other people, look into your own heart.